Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.